"Croeso i ddyfnderoedd fy isymwybod: Welcome to the depths of my subconscious. Shark Fishing in Wales is one man's odyssey to understand the land of his birth through anecdote, observation and reminiscence! By learning about his country, perhaps he can learn more about himself. A process of individuation which Carl Jung suggests we should all go through. Less assuming one nationhood and more working towards one nationhood before we become Independent." Daf Williams
Cymru/Wales: Bipolar Nation
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My second spoken word event in 4 days. I am turning from an anti-social moth into a social butterfly all in the name of 'Spoken W...
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As a Ffrinj Nutter who had a dalliance with the Welsh Nationalist Party/ Plaid Cymru/ The Party of Wales many, many years ago I was p...
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So what are we going to do about Exams and the Education system? Yes you! You and me, what are we going to do to change the Education ...
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I shouldn't really go there but the Shark Fisherman of Wales tends to go to places that others fear to tread. Anti-Semitism is the new P...
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http://www.stevieriks.net/ Conclusive evidence this morning on Page 7 of the National Newspaper of the West of England that Wales is ...
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Sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com is two months old today. In that short time, the blog has been visited 1971 times. I am a Perfectionis...
Thursday 28 September 2017
zombies on phones
Tuesday 26 September 2017
Cardiff Dark 3: A Short Story
Please read
http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/postcard-short-story.html
and
http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/cardiff-dark.html
first
Graveyards are full of people we never knew.
Monday 25 September 2017
Work Jerk
These people are not going to work
instead of sitting at desks
thinking of something that rhymes with it
"I'm a work jerk"
still young enough to kill, not old enough to care
the thousand yard stare
anything to stop me thinking about loneliness and death
I'll go to work and get a microwavable meal for one
and some kind of exotic bun
to watch celebrities
also known as
non regimented people with an imagination
interviewing eachother
ont big screen
before I go out to the shed
to make myself a bed
Fuck it!
I'll be a boffin and make myself a coffin
and wrap myself in a shroud of
WORK!
Wednesday 20 September 2017
Bringing in the Sheaves
Schizophrenia: Have you got it wrong?
Monday 18 September 2017
1997
So Lady Di was already dead by the time that her ex husband's country became devolved. I had forgotten. I remember where I was when Wales became devolved. Clwb Ifor Bach! I was with an Irish Socialist Republican from Tremorfa who I don't even know whether he is alive or dead today. Dead I would imagine but I am so glad that we didn't say goodbye. I think that night was the last time that I saw him. After the result from Carmarthen came in, John Meredith's cherubic, angelic features lighting up the night sky. We legged it over to the Welsh College of Music and Drama. The people I was with were voting for Independence! I was holding an old fabric 'ddraig goch' that I had bought in Siop y Pethe, Aberystwyth, a flag that had celebrated Cynog Dafis victory in Ceredigion five years previously and a flag that had been tied to the bonnet of a car that drove past Cayo Evan's Glandennis, stopped, and whose owner had the honour of shaking the great man's hand. Dafydd Wigley, Ron Davies, Richard Livesey, Win Griffiths, Peter Hain the architects of the Yes Campaign were all outside on a very good morning in Wales. Wales, Bipolar Nation! 1997 was the year that I went to the GP and said "listen buster I am fucking depressed" A devolved Wales couldn't stop my descent into a depressive slump. At this stage I was unipolar! Down all the time with occasional flashes of anger! I had lived for ten years in Grangetown, Cardiff. That might have had something to do with it.
The doctor told me that I wasn't presenting as ill enough to be seen by mental health services. I had my degree in humanities from the University of Glamorgan but I didn't know what the fuck to do with it. Like Wales I didn't have a plan and look at the pair of us now, twenty years on. We are both in a similar position! I am now bipolar because I went high, really high, touched the stars but the problem was I was still depressed. Just depressed with a smile on my face. Many of those I knew at the time have done well for themselves. Some of them are actually in the Senedd Chamber itself as elected representatives. One is in the Media reporting on such matters! What of the Senedd? What would my Socialist Republican friend think of the fact that 7 UKIP members were voted in, in 2015? Were they even around in 1997? Cardiff, the Capital City of Wales didn't vote for a devolved Wales yet they have the building in Cardiff Bay which was Cardiff Docks before this! Souless and sanitised Mermaid Quay throws illumination on a Norwegian Church which has already been moved once and is now threatened to be surrounded by new developments. Butetown, Tiger Bay but is the Assembly a toothless tiger? Yes, of course it is! On the weekend, the new kids on the block of Independence met up in Caernarfon and Cardiff and the best of luck to them all. I feel that it is going to take a seismic kick in the balls to the Land of my Fathers to push us towards Independence. Another Tryweryn God Forbid? We didn't vote in 1997 for 'Little Britain' but this is what we have with the Assembly. Carwyn and his Labour cronies pretending to be friends with Corbyn. Tony Blair gave us a big toy to play with and we're still playing with it twenty years on! It appears no one will get bored with this soother if they are earning £60,000 a year minimum. I nearly lost my flag that night to someone who had taken a shine to it. (ironically Cynog's son in law) He obviously didn't realise that it had a history. I wrapped myself in it and trudged back to Grangetown wondering why I was still depressed. Today I realise why!
Sunday 17 September 2017
Bring Back Bus Conductors
"BRING BACK BUS CONDUCTORS"
Monday 11 September 2017
Blair
Sing a long a Tone
"Blair"
we felt as if something, somewhere
Had happened to us
Which we couldn't see
And then
The moment we met you again
we knew in our hearts that we were enemies
It had to be so
It couldn't be no
But try
As hard as we might do, we don't know why
you get to us in a way we can't describe
Words mean so little when you look up and smile
we don't care what Alastair Campbell says to us, you're no more than a child
Oh, Blair
Blair
Blair
If ever a moment so rare
Was captured for all to compare
That moment is you
In all that you do
But why
In spite of our age differences do we cry
Each time you leave us we wish that you would die
Nothing means more to us than hearing you say
"I'm going to retire for good and I'm never coming back"
Oh, Blair
Blair
Blair
I've told you before, don't you dare
Get back into bed
Can't you see that it's late
No you can't have a drink
Oh all right then, but wait just a bit
While we, in an effort to babysit
Catch of our breath, what there is left of it
You are a murderer at this hour of the day
But in the morning this hour will seem a lifetime away
Oh, Blair
Blair
Oh, Blair
Sunday 10 September 2017
Swallow:Wennol
Swallow/Wennol
Thursday 7 September 2017
Going Sober this October
Sunday 3 September 2017
Sing your Nationalism
On Tuesday 29/08/2017 this letter appeared in the 'Western Fail.' I ran to the word processor to write a reply. They didn't publish mine but you saw what happened last night after the fans finished singing 'Hen Wlad fy Nhadau'? Tom Woodburn scored.
The Shark Fisherman of Wales. Grangetown
Saturday 2 September 2017
West is Best
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
Fruity old fruit bats
Hello my fruity old fruit bats! That is a term of endearment by the way. I thought I would treat you to a piece of prose rather than the b...
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